Perhaps This Is In The End What

What I Do Not Know And Cannot Even Hope To Understand Before I Die Is Why Human Beings Are Willfully, Coldly, Matter-of-factly Cruel To Each Other ... What Nerve Has Atrophied In The Torturer, Or Worse Is Sensually Moved?

From So Much Of This Seriously-intended Pornography There Rises, Even When It Is Lewdly Or Boisterously Comic, The Acrid Smell, Unmistakable, Of Self-dislike.

She Did Not So Much Cook As Assassinate Food.

Invaders Always Destroy Libraries.

No One Asks Public Men To Be Strictly Moral, But They Must Seem To Be Well-behaved.